There's no mountain I can't climb
There's no tower too high
No plane that I can't learn how to fly
What do I gotta do to get through to you?
To show you there ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to?

I'm out the closet, I've been lyin, my ass off
All this time me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off
(Suck it Marshall)
So, tell Laura and her husband to back off
'Fore I push this motherfuckin' button and blast off

And launch one at these Russians and that's all
Blow every fuckin' thing except Afghanistan on the map off
When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell 'em baby
(My dad's lost it)

Uh, fuck that shit bitch
Eat a motherfuckin' dick
Chew on a prick and lick
A million motherfuckin' cocks per second
I'd rather put out a motherfuckin' gospel record

I'd rather be a pussy whipped bitch
Eat pussy and have pussy
Lips glued to my face
With a clit ring in my nose
Than quit bringin' my flows

Quit givin' me my ammo, can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone this wouldn't be my M.O.
I wouldn't have to go eenee-meene-mini-moe
Catch a homo by his toe, man I don't know no more
Am I the only fuckin' one who's normal any more?
(Dad)

Get struck by fuckin' lightnin' twice at once
And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as 'Bump and Grind' comes on

More pain inside of my brain
Than the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane
Aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave
Screamin' at the sky 'til clouds gather
It's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade

And that's pretty much the gist of it
The parents are pissed but the kids love it
9 millimeter heater stashed in 2 seaters
With meat cleavers I don't blame you
I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither